Page 73 of Ecstasy
But maybe this was his roundabout way of working on us.
So, I do what he said.
I think about it.
If he walked upstairs right now with Molly trailing after him, and she got down on her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock, would I care?
Do I care that Rihanna’s friend is probably gonna do the same to Eli?
I don’t know.
Alex, though?
Same answer.
“I think the more important part of my question was about flashing girls’ tits, to be honest,” I tell him, avoiding telling him anything. I tip back my cup, finish the rest of the tequila and soda water. It’s not the best thing in the world but it’s not the worst either. I set my empty cup down and cross my arms, turning to stare at Alex.
He leans against the island, cocking his head. “You don’t really seem that upset by it,” he says plainly.
“That my tits are probably on everyone’s phone in this house right now?” I counter, shrugging. I see his jaw clench and it’s a little satisfying. “Not really.” That’s mostly true. Worse things have happened to college girls. Like ending up dead at the bottom of a pool.
I hop up on the counter, feeling a little dizzy as the bottles slide behind me, dangerously close to the ledge.
I cross my legs at the ankle, watching Alex. “But it seems to bother you, handsome.”
I can tell he tries to fight it, but a small smile pulls on his lips. “Does it?”
I roll my eyes, looking away from him for a moment. “Why’d you do it? Two weeks ago, you wanted to kill me, wanted to kick me out and be done with me. Then you needed space. Now you’re inviting me to your house, talking to me alone. What’s going on with us, Alex?”
“Two weeks ago, I was fucking pissed at you.”
I turn back to look at him. Before I left Jax’s house, Jax gave me MDMA. It usually takes about half an hour to kick in for me, and I wonder if that’s how long it’s been since I left his house because as I stare at Alex staring at me, I just want to taste him.
I want to kiss him.
I want to wrap my legs around him and forget I ever messed around with Eli. Technically, it’s not cheating. Technically, Alex had broken up with me. Technically, we stillaren’t back together. I’m in the clear. Eli is in the clear. Technically, we’re okay.
“But I really did miss you and I know you were really fucked up that night and…” He takes a deep breath and I love the way his shoulders move as he inhales. Exhales. Love the veins in his biceps beneath that white t-shirt. Love the one in his neck, too. “I don’t know, Zara. I think we could just, you know, make this work. If we really tried this time.” He meets my gaze. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re fun and I don’t just mean when you’re drunk. You’re always fun to me. And I know you love me even if you do some fucked up shit.” He glances at the island I’m sitting on, and says, “And even if I do some fucked up shit. I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
My mouth goes dry.
I feel a jolt of something warm in my chest at his words, but I push back on it. It’s just because I’m high. It’s just because I’m drunk. Technicalities where Eli are concerned won’t count, because Eli is his fucking best friend.
If Alex knew the truth, he’d never forgive me.
God, my throat feels like sandpaper.
Speaking of… “I need water,” I blurt out, meaning it. Alcohol and MDMA can dehydrate you fast as fuck, and I feel myself rolling. That’s the only explanation I have for the warm feelings that seem to be filling my brain. My whole fucking body for that matter.
Alex narrows his eyes. “You need water? After all that, you need fucking water?” I hear the note of anger in his words. That’s the Alex I know.
I just nod, and almost as if someone took ear plugs out of my ears, I hear the music playing throughout the house. Like my Alex-goggles are momentarily fading.
Thank fuck.
I start swaying toOverdoseby KAIBA, and Alex just watches me.
I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back.
